Thoughts on Watching the Rescue of Chilean Miners

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Rising through the
“hardest rock in the world”
the miners
cocooned in dented steel
strapped upright,
slide through the uterine earth
pushing against the throbbing pre-natal night,
they know nothing
but the dim light
of rescue.

But I know

Life is
a fragile glass,
misty
with insistent,
steady breath,

waiting
for the dark boot
of anger or accident
to shatter its moist glow.

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